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The midnight shift was supposed to be quiet. Play the songs. Answer the calls. Keep it professional.
Until he called.
Until his voice wrapped around Lena James like smoke and velvet, turning her own words into something dangerous.
Now every night brings another confession, another request, another moment where the air crackles hotter than the music itself.
He calls himself North.
And if Lena isn't careful, she might just let the whole world listen as she falls for him-one broadcast at a time.